toiletooth

into the threshold of pain
where brevity holds no ground
and underneath the fake lawns
sods hunger for ankle bites
as an excercise for their best wishes
wish they may and
wish they might
nibble uncooth ankle tonight.
see through you
into me
where wilds things sit
and practice mean.
they scrunch up lips
and suck in seeds
where saplings drown
and roots are meat.
see through might
and see you may,
there's tidal waves
for hellos today.
we soak in ominous
and stink of autumn
and want to pull
out our tobaggans.
winter's coming.....